"Come on Princess, I know you want it" The creep whispered, his lips touching my earlobe. I shivered in his touch, sobbing quietly. I tried to scream, to cry for help. Someone, anyone, please.... he covered my mouth with his hand. I shook my head strongly trying to get out off his grip on my face. He pushed me harder against the wall, my head was spinning as it came in contact with the concrete surface. "Don't make it worse than it has to be" He threatened and released his grip from my mouth, inserting two fingers in it. My heart was in my ears and I could hear her wanting to escape my chest. I could feel his hands on my thighs as he slapped my but-cheeks. I let out another sob, pleading him to stop. And then all I remember was my blood dripping down the floor....I jumped off my bed, sitting on the edge, sweat running down my forehead. My breathing was heavy and my eyes started watering. Hot tears running down my face, my hands clenched into fists. My nails digging deep into my pal
A warm cup of coffee in my hands was all I need to start this day. It meant the dawn of something new and really the past weeks have been draining on me. That kind of new start if you could call it that was relieving. Relieving as it can be when he wasn't haunting my every thought. But I did the right thing. And sometimes as much as it hurts or pains the right thing isn't always what we would like it to be. Zayn and I may be the same but at the same time we are complete opposites. I like keeping things clean and staying out of trouble and he.... He is trouble. I like a calm afternoon on myporch with a glass of wine with a book in my hand while he likes partying until the sun rises. I like stability and he throws me off my feet. The stranger that was sitting across was now currently at the bathroom and I was left looking out the window. Alone with my thoughts. The clouds were getting darker and I frowned upon the possibility of rain. I hated rain. Only thing it caused was chaos. Tra
"Miss Alessandro, you have a conference meeting in ten minutes with the legal team of Gucci." Samantha's voice echoed from the telephone machine as I was going through some of my upcoming cases and prioritizing them. "Thank you, Samantha. Tell Gabe to prepare the room and bring me a water" I ordered politely so that I wouldn't sound rude. I preferred to keep good relations with my employees. "Of course, Miss Alessandro" She replied and shortly I saw her walk by my office with Gabe to the conference room. I gathered the tones of papers from desk and put them into their file based on alphabetical line. I had all my clients sorted out like that. It helped me get through the waste of time that is searching things last minute. Placing them back on the selves, I fixed my black pencil skirt and reached for the Gucci folder. It wasn't the first time talking with their team. But from what I understood was that beside the inside team they searched for an outside lawyer to handle their public
A whole week had passed and I must say Brandon and I have gotten closer. We texted and he called me once that surprised me yet I adored his spontaneousness. He asked me to escort to the Black&White anniversary as his date and he boasted about how his connections would get us a private room just for us. Even though I had seconds thoughts about it, due to Zayn mumbling words inside my head, I decided that I needed to move on.That fling with Mr. Valentine was not going anywhere and since he proved that he didn't care I couldn't be stuck on him. Because when you care of losing someone you give them a call, send them a message, or after you were the reason they were shot you worry about their condition. But none of these were the case. And I hadn't planned anything for my Saturday night. My thigh was healing but I still couldn't run or train with my dad as much as I wanted too. My father told me that he would tie me in a chair if I didn't rest but I guess I was never the obeying type. Bu
*Zayn* I ran behind her car until the exit of the parking but to no result. I couldn't manage to get her to stop. And why would she? I didn't know how to feel only that I was angry at myself. And yet I knew that even if a chance would be given to me to redo it, I would remain the same fucking asshole. I stopped at the entrance of the La Plaza hotel, my heart pounding against my chest and my breathing still rapid from my previous movement. For a moment I just observed the highway in front of me wishing, hoping that I would see her car turning back. Smelling myself I realized I reeked alcohol and that I was almost half-naked as my shirt was barely hanging off my torso. I gathered myself and buttoned it up. Entering the hotel, I looked for Marina. She was working front office at the reception and we were acquaintances. She had helped me over the years with my balls hosting and my party planning when my bar or their hotel was the choice made for the celebrations to take place. And I nee
Waking up the next day, I made it all about me. I had booked a hairdresser, a nails artist, make up artist and a stylist for tonight's event. If I'm going to an anniversary well I must make it memorable. Me without turning heads was not in my vocabulary nor grammar complex. Of course more beautiful women such as models would be present but an appearance only turns the head it doesn't make it stay turned. I jumped off my bed and today I was feeling exceptionally excited. Beside the fact that I would get laid after a whole month. Yes nearly a whole month had passed from the incident and the cancel of the contract with Zayn. Even though we hadn't officially unsigned due to his technical difficulties, last night pushed him further away from me. And as the distance grew, the easiest was for me to make it through my days without thinking of him. While brushing my teeth I might have taken the toughest decisions and deepened incredibly my thoughts. I shook off the bad vibes lurking around th
I didn't expect to see her out of anyone else tonight. The minute she entered the club, I sensed her presence. She turned heads and understandably depending on how she looks. In her diamond dress, she looked like a fallen star, like a goddess, like the goddess of Night. From her hair to her toes she was absolute perfection. Her glossy pouty lips twitching to a shining smile, lit up the room and her swaying hips filled the room with whispers. The delicacy of her moves and the way she enchanted every male in the room, left me speechless. All I could do so lean to a wall hoping my knees wouldn't wobble at her glare. Our eyes met and I witnessed her trying to hide her surprise but then realizing that I was the owner of the club which left her only quite annoyed at my presence. She exhaled sharply at my smirk as her eyes trailed down my body. She examined every bit of me, taking in my features, memorizing them. We played a wicked game with our eyes and no words need to be said to g
The night had spread her wings upon New York and for some reason I had never seen such beautiful night before. Leaving my own party when it had just started didn't surprise anyone. it wasn't the first time I acted irrationally. But then I am the boss so... Who is going to scowl me for doing so?I thanked everyone from coming and said good bye to some of my mafia allies to show the they were getting the special treatment they deserved. My heart was pounding against my chest and excitement had filled my lungs and warmed my soul. I was like a kid waiting for the ice cream van. Waiting so I can get a taste of that ice cream, I craved for. And God knows how much I wanted to lick it... My mind got dirtier by the second as I observed her sitting by Brandon's side and whispering things to his ear making him laugh. But even when her lips where touching his earlobe, her eyes were on me. Our glares sharing the dirtiest of messages among the dancing crowd. Once she leaned to his ear and r